Elizabeth awoke with a start – she could have sworn she heard cannons being fired. Taking a deep breath, she reached over to her nightstand, and grabbed a wax candle. She slipped her feet out from her bed, and then flung the covers off. Shivering, she slipped her feet into a pair of slippers she had brought from England and walked across the room to light the candle from a small torch burning on the wall near the door. Then, she grabbed a tattered, burgundy journal from her nightstand drawer and headed over to her desk.

The wind howled outside the window – so much so that the window panes were shuddering. Perhaps that was what I heard, Elizabeth thought. In the dim light, she could just make out her own handwriting, a small inkwell, and a quill. She dipped her quill into the ink and began to write.

Sometimes I wonder if my dreams are so alive, they become real. Just now, I know I heard cannon fire, and I saw Port Royal being attacked, but when I awoke, everything was fine. Perhaps I am becoming insane. Father says that I am becoming anxious as to who he will announce my future husband to be. I don't particularly want to be married, but I don't have a choice. I'm going to be wed this time next year, and I have a feeling it will be to a Norrington fellow. He recently attacked a ship called the Black Pearl and killed the captain. He was decorated for that. He's quite charming as well, but not the one for me.

I have been thinking more and more about Will lately. I haven't seen him since I was ten, but something tells me I will see him again. I hope this is true. He is my greatest friend, despite that I haven't seen him in ten years.

Elizabeth looked out the window. The wind had stopped shaking the window, but the waves out on the ocean were still quite large. Something was coming to Port Royal, and Elizabeth was not quite sure it was a storm.